Sit and gaze
out that window
Into a desert lain before
This is our home, this is
Our place
No one to hold
No fruit to taste
We lay here now, within grave
as we did before
We decay here, in our beds
Like we've done before
We are gone here, like yesterday
dead here, like today
We gaze onward as foolish dreamers
what for
what for
What is this passion we dare speak
what is this irony
What is misery?
Why why, do we cry to falling
stars
Answer our prayers
we beckon the greatest of nothings
written in a book
Gaze out your broken window
Onto my dream
see what I see
to know
why I live for
What now,
who for?
